Chapter - Planning for Saturday

	Chapter - Planning for Saturday
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"I'm not sure what you're up to, Boss?" The heavily muscled gunman sounded a bit worried, as Warren and the other gunman got into the car. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking. We got cold meat and hot potatoes we don't want to be caught with. And you're spending three hours with those maniacs."

"We call them patriots, not maniacs, Spark." Warren reminded him. "We moved their party up from the end of the month to tomorrow. That gets rid of the hot potatoes. And we should be able to dump the cold meat on the kids and get the police all distracted at that end of town, a long way from the party."

Bl-inggggg!

Rodney yelled, "I got it, Mom! It's probably Fred!"

"OK!" came the muffled reply.

Rodney grabbed the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, Rodney"

"Hi, Fred" and aside "John, get your nose outta that computer!"

"It's all arranged. We'll meet at the park at 10:00am. Your Mom can drop you guys and your canoe off then, and Fred C and Angie will drive over then as well. They're going to bring Stan and Sarah."

"And when are you guys going to be there?"

"Umm. I thought maybe Miriam and I would arrive at 9 o'clock or so, to do a bit of canoeing, just the two of us."

"Great! Can you give me Fred C and Angie's phone number?"

"Sure. Why?"

"Just to coordinate our arrivals. I want to know what kind of car they have so we'll recognize them when we get there."

"Sure. It's 555-9876"

"Oh, and Fred, we've been online with Planetarion and ..."

"Sorry, Miriam says I don't have time to talk Planetarion right now. My Mom just said to come eat. Bye, guys!!"

"Uh, bye, Fred."

Rodney hung up and turned to John. "He didn't give me a chance to tell him we got in touch with the guys that run the Planetarion IRC system. And that they're setting up automated scripts to record any IRC chat rooms that have people with those aliases in them. If they get any results, they'll go directly to Interpol with them."

"Too bad. Tell him tomorrow."

"Right. Now we have to phone Fred C, and see if they're willing to arrive a little early tomorrow. I sure hope they have the number for Stan and Sarah."

Spark shut the apartment door quietly, as Warren and his two bodyguards returned from the meeting.

"Boss!" A skinhead waved a headset from a bedroom doorway. "You wanna hear the kids plans for canoeing tomorrow? I just got it on the phone tap."

"Great, Thor!" Warren ambled down to the bedroom and listened to the tape.

The tinny voice came over the speaker, ending with: "My Mom just said to come eat. Bye, guys!!"

"Uh, bye, Fred."

Warren smiled impishly. "Great! And we'll give 'em cold cuts for their picnic!"

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